𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 - 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

.𝟏𝟕 ❦

"ION FOLLOW NO RULES
AND I CAN'T THAT BITCH ON A DATE
CAUSE THAT HO, SHE NOT A FREAK HO"

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Jennifer's POV:

I thought I was going to faint in Bill's arms when I saw Fred come into the ring accompanied by men I recognized from the day I shot him. His foot was bandaged but he seemed to be walking well as the whole crowd cheered for him.

should've shot him a little higher

I glanced over to see Tom's reaction, who was as astonished as I was. His expression quickly turned to rage; at least he'd have enough motivation to win.

"Oh my God." I heard Bill muttering as he stared out at the scene. Fred was the last person anyone could hope to see. After all, he was Tom's sponsor, not a fighter. I was a hundred percent sure he was doing this to get revenge.

I finished my beer in one gulp. "Hold this for me," I said to Bill, passing him my empty beer and moving towards the ring. The two men were each on their own, sitting down while their coach talked to them.

I walked over to Tom's side, to whom the coach had finally decided to leave alone. "Tom!" I shouted discreetly. He turned his head towards me and when he saw me he smiled. "You came!" he said as he approached the edge of the ring towards where I was standing.

"Of course I came, you idiot." I said as he knelt towards me to take my hand in his. "Listen Tom..." I continued, looking him straight in the eye seriously. "Watch your back, there's nothing more dangerous than a guy with a destroyed ego like Fred."

He brought my hand to his lips to kiss it and gave me his famous charming smile. "Don't worry." he said simply before letting go of my hand to stand up and move towards his opponent.

I sighed and felt an arm around my shoulders. I turned to Bill, who had managed to reach me, and hugged him. I was seriously starting to fear for Tom. Fred was very dangerous, as he had proved.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," I murmured, burying my head against Bill's chest. He stroked my hair without saying anything in return, surely agreeing with me.

I turned back to the two men, who were only a few inches apart. The rage on Tom's face was almost inhuman, while Fred had a narcissistic smile on.

A woman, scantily dressed to say the least, climbed into the ring with a sign reading 'round one'.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the fight. Immediately, Fred threw himself at Tom with a rage I didn't know he had. He must have really felt humiliated to have been shot by me.

Tom gave him a quick shove, which practically knocked Fred over. The two men were about the same height and age, which was fair enough.

When Tom got Fred out of the way, I noticed a few cut on his face which made me grit my teeth so hard it hurt.

Tom rushed Fred and blocked him on one of the corners of the ring, beating him up quite badly before Fred managed to escape and catch him from behind.

He gave him a kick which knocked Tom forward and Fred took advantage of the moment to pummel him. I just wanted to get in that ring and beat the shit out of Fred soooo bad.

Tom pushed him and Fred fell on his side, which made me laugh. I looked at the faces of the two contestants and saw that Fred was pretty banged up, with a swollen eye, a cut on his lip and one on his eyebrow that was bleeding pretty badly.

Tom had a few more cuts but looked pretty good compared to Fred, which reassured me a little.

The bell rang announcing the end of round one. I sighed, slightly relieved that he'd given a break, and led Bill with me to Tom's side, where he sat down to get some water and wipe his sweaty face.

I got back into the ring with Bill's help when I nearly fell over in my stilettos. Yes, I admit that wearing stilettos to a boxing match isn't the best idea, but you have to suffer to be beautiful.

I hurried over to Tom and took him in my arms and kissed him on the cheek. He winced slightly as he felt my lips on his bruised skin, but smiled at the end. "You were wonderful" I whispered to Tom as Bill tossed him a bottle of water.

Tom placed me on his lap and drank his bottle. I glanced at his opponent, who was also drinking.

He winked at me, to which I replied with a roll of my eyes. The bastard may have been a psychopath, but you've got to admit he was handsome.

"Smoke him." I whispered to Tom as I stood up and took Bill's hand when I saw that the undressed woman got back into the ring to announce round two.

The bell rang again as we took our places and the match resumed. Tom landed a right on Fred's jaw that knocked him down, Tom took the opportunity to bend over and hit him again and again. Fred looked almost dead at this point and the announcer came to separate him from Fred.

Tom's face and torso were covered in Fred's blood. I glanced at Fred's body, which was unfortunately still breathing, and didn't recognize him. His face was disfigured and his blood stained the ring.

Several men pick up Fred's body, surely to take it to hospital while the presenter can Ton by the hand. "And the winner and Tom by K.O." he says, raising Tom's hand.

Cries of victory and defeat were heard from the crowd, money, lots of money, was passed between various men.

Well Fred, don't fuck with the original.

☆

We left the room, waiting for Tom outside, smoking cigarettes and laughing and debriefing the match. I was glad Tom wasn't too banged up and that Fred had got the shame of his life.

Tom finally joined us, accompanied by several men to whom he said goodbye before putting his arm around my shoulders and snatching my cigarette, "So, what did you think?" he asked, taking a drag.

I exchanged a knowing glance with Bill, "It's safe to say that Fred won't be messing with us for a while." Bill says with a laugh.

"Oh don't worry about that, he'll be back."

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